TARDISes which are actually worth their salt have a system called "Timeline Control" which prevent its passengers from crossing their own timelines. Of course, it can be circumvented, and in certain models it's the first thing to go. Crossing your own timeline is Bad. Remember this, children. You will be smacked ( Read more... )

I enjoy this. This freedom from "canon." The ability to remember things which never happened, to posit the impossible. To quote things I've never heard! "But each of us is so much more than we once were. Do you not feel with all your soul how we have become like gods?" (I would have liked this Kain.) But what is there to do here? Plan, ( Read more... )

You know, I had this wonderful plan, and everything. I was going to burn the sky. Who'd have a blue sky? No, it's simple--few elements here, bit of atmospheric excitation there, sunset all year round! Beautiful molten-gold Gallifreyan sky! Bleeds red, like the blood of 87,654 species, come sunrise. Mmh! But you had to go and ruin it, didn't ( Read more... )

See that's the thing about drums. (Ooh. One of these icons is labeled "regenisis." I like that, regenisis. I wonder if I can use it?) You listen to it long enough, day in, day out, drumming, quadruple heartbeat, you can hear it in your blood, you begin to make up music to it. Entire symphonies. Choirs of angels. War-drums-war-drums war-drums ( Read more... )

Ladies and gentlemen, please attend carefully! Rumours of my death--hehe!--have been greatly exaggerated. (Oh, please don't cry, Doctor, can't stand it when people cry.)

Now, see, that's the wonderful thing about time, and by extension being a Time Lord--because it really is all time, isn't it? Universes. Possibilities. All lumped together, ( Read more... )